The altar
Xairo
Marauder
Tactician12-30-2024, 06:49 PM
Xairo emerged from the cliffside path, the large seashell still gripped carefully in his jaws. He closed the distance to where they had begun contstructing the altar, noting with satisfaction the progress they had made with the boulders. The platform was taking shape nicely.
Setting the shell down gently on one of the flatter rocks, Xairo sat back on his haunches and waited for Zagan to return. He could feel anticipation thrumming through his veins, a sense that they were on the cusp of something momentous. The ritual their mother had imparted to Zagan in dreams would be unlike anything they had attempted before. A way to commune with primal forces beyond their understanding.
"Xairo Saxe"
Setting the shell down gently on one of the flatter rocks, Xairo sat back on his haunches and waited for Zagan to return. He could feel anticipation thrumming through his veins, a sense that they were on the cusp of something momentous. The ritual their mother had imparted to Zagan in dreams would be unlike anything they had attempted before. A way to commune with primal forces beyond their understanding.